If this nice friendliness would spread out in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.

“Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden!Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward.Let h…”

“Not all those who wander are lost.”

“You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin – to the bitter end. An…”

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”